Bubbles, Second Arc: Part 2: Plan (Patreon)

As promised, the second of nine parts in Bubbles' second story arc.  Written by the talented LFN Park!

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Bubbles Second Arc:
Part 2: Plan

Maki sighed, pouring her glass full of amber courage. On her desk was the crumpled paper, unfolded and wrinkled. She almost felt it was mocking her, that caricature of a smile, telling her all her mistakes in the last few months….

In truth, she knew her mistakes and didn’t need that paper to tell her; the staff had confirmed her suspicions. Everything stemmed from the caramel amazon, but she had an idea on how that could be her solution as well.

She drummed her fingers on her desk, the gears in her mind turning as she waited. Maki sipped from her glass as she looked out her window at the grounds below, watching the people as they work. She brushed a bug from her flowery dress with a wrinkled nose, closing the window afterward.

Maki turned as she heard her door open, smiling as she saw it to be Bubbles.

“Was your lunch pleasant, darling?” 

“It sufficed.” She strode forward, standing in front of Maki’s desk. The smaller woman came away from the window and stood next to the giantess.

“Soon we’ll have to set up a buffet for you, darling. All sorts of things to try…” Maki brushed her hand over Bubbles’ before gently grasping it.

“Business first, however.” Maki sighed, sitting on the edge of her desk. Bubbles nodded, squeezing her hand gently. “I know who put the picture up.” Maki downed the rest of her glass, setting it on the desk.

“A girl named Nora put it up, though I know there’s more to it.” She sighed, releasing Bubbles’ hand.

“How?” The taller girl sat in one of the chairs near the desk.

“One of the newer members of Bedivere, Antonio. He’s young and rambunctious. Typical teenager.” Maki muttered. “I suspect he put her up to it. I can’t imagine her doing it on her own.”

“Why?”

“He...pushes boundaries. I’ve had to discipline him before when he first arrived. You’re new, so he wants to see how far he can push you, I suspect. Not the smartest move, but I doubt he’s aware of your history.” Bubbles hand clenched into fists, eyeing the paper on Maki’s desk.

“By using Nora, he’s pushing me as well as you. I’ve been lax in my duties lately. Preoccupied, even.” Maki rolled her head back with a groan. “I should’ve been monitoring him more closely and nipped this in the bud.”

“Was….did I distract you?” Bubbles looked at her lap for a moment, blushing slightly. “I apologize….”

“I won’t lie; you’ve taken more of my time than I thought when I brought you here, but in the best way possible.” Maki sighed, leaning forward with a soft smile. “The fault is mine, not yours.” Maki stepped behind Bubbles chair, her hands touching her shoulders gently.

“What’s to be done?”

“Well. I can punish Nora, but that doesn’t solve the Antonio issue. I can’t truly punish him as I’ve no actual evidence he put Nora up to it. So….I think something different is in order.” Maki smiled, rubbing her caramel shoulders gently.

“What?”

“I think it’s time to put you to work, darling.” Maki smirked, kissing the top of Bubbles head. She turned slightly, looking at the smaller olive woman.

“Work?”

“Well, darling, we do need to find something for you to do on the estate. I was thinking you could train them.” Maki’s voice was light as she stepped around to the front of the chair. Bubbles swallowed, looking at Maki with trepidation.

“T-to fight?” Her voice was smaller than Maki expected.

“Perhaps some self defense techniques and lessons in the first lesson, but perhaps more physical and exercise training too. God, if all of them had abs like yours…” Maki moaned seductively, biting her bottom lip as she gazed down Bubbles’ athletic body.

“I...I don’t know how…”

“Think back to how Howard trained you….and maybe we dial it back. Less stick, more carrot.”

Bubbles sat silently as she contemplated Maki’s words. Her memories of her early days of training rolled through her mind like a roller coaster. The constant workouts that left her aching and sore, The bruises from her training, her first broken bones….She felt a flash of anger as she remembered her old Master yelling at her to during training sessions….his words of “motivation…”

“I..” She looked at Maki’s face, smiling and full of expectation. 

“I can try.” Bubbles voice was full of hesitation and fear, but she felt ‘no’ wasn’t going to work.

“That’s fantastic, darling!” Maki slid into Bubbles lap quickly, throwing an arm around the surprised girls neck as she pressed her side against Bubbles. The giantess gulped, feeling her cheeks blush as a warmth spread through her at Maki’s proximity.

“I...don’t know where to begin…” She rumbled, looking at the olive woman as she timidly slid an arm around her waist.

“My plan is to start with Bedivere, naturally. I’ll be addressing the groups tonight at dinner, and with your willingness, I’ll have Bedivere attend your first lesson in the gym, where you can….certainly single out particularly troublesome individuals.” Maki murmured, resting her head against the half mask Bubbles still wore.

“I….My old Master...He did such things. I understand.” She nodded. Maki ran a hand along Bubbles chin slowly as she smiled.

“Nothing lethal, darling. Just enough to correct their behavior. I think demonstrating self defense maneuvers to begin with.” Maki murmured. “Now...there are some things I should aid you with.” 

“Gladly…”

“Darling, you...I put this delicately for you, aren’t very talkative.  Granted, you’re better than before, but there are times when it’s hard to drag more than three words out of you. Teaching...there will be a lot of talking. Mostly by you.” Maki said, tracing her finger along Bubbles shirt.

“I don’t waste words.” Bubbles muttered, her eye turning away.

“I understand. Just...be prepared for that. There’s also your demeanor. You are naturally intimidating to most; your size and, yes, your scars make you fierce and imposing. In this case it is an excellent advantage.”  Maki chuckled, pressing her lips against Bubbles chin.

“I...Yes. Why is that important?”

“Because they must respect you. For that, you must conduct yourself with strength and poise. You can’t let them see any weakness. That will simply make them more bold. You can’t break down or run off if things get difficult. 

“I must...be a Master.” Bubbles voice was timid as one hand grasped the one that rested around her neck.

“In a way. In my experience, first impressions are incredibly important, so we can certainly do some things to enforce your authority. Stick to your brutal honesty; they may ask you questions about things, like your eye or scars. The truth is...fairly scary. You should also show as many of your scars as possible.” Maki’s gaze drifted down Bubbles form with a sultry smile.

“What?”

“Darling. More scars is more intimidating, and all those muscles add to that. I think something that shows off your glorious stomach and fabulous legs…” Maki giggled, dragging one hand across Bubbles clothed abdomen.

“...This is for your satisfaction.” Bubbles gave her a sidelong glance, amusement in her tone.

“I’m not wrong, nor are you. I think you’d look fantastic in anything, even better in nothing…” Maki cooed, nuzzling her neck. “But god...that red dress I bought you? No, that wouldn’t be appropriate in this case. Some of those nice tight gym shorts and that tight shirt….” Bubbles blushed as Maki licked her lips.

“I...guess it’s fine.” Bubbles murmured, then moaned when Maki voraciously kissed her lips. She pressed back against the olive woman for a few moments before Maki pulled away with a smile.

“Goodness, you get me hot so easily, darling…” Maki murmured, reluctantly sliding out of Bubbles lap.

“I’ve one more thing for you.” Maki smiled, reaching across her desk. She retrieved a small vanilla envelope and handed it to Bubbles.

The giantess looked at it with confusion for a moment, her fingers deftly tearing it open. She poured its contents into her open hand; a brown, dark leather patch fell into her palm.

“Personally, I wouldn’t care if you walked around without a covering, but I know you may be a little self conscious about it. I saw the mask has been getting your skin a little raw on your cheeks so I thought you might like something a little smaller and softer.” Bubbles held up the dark leather eyepatch, tilting her head curiously.

“Thank you…” Bubbles said softly, running her thumb over its soft texture.

“I’m glad you like it. Here….” Maki reached out, carefully undoing the half mask. She clasped her hands together, grinning broadly as Bubbles slipped the patch on and tied it back.

“Oh my god, you’re a sexy pirate.” Maki giggled, slipping back into Bubbles lap.

“Arr.” Bubbles stated. Maki laughed, running a hand over her caramel cheek.

“That’s the first joke I’ve heard from you.” Maki murmured, looking into her bright blue gaze. Bubbles shrugged, running a hand up the smaller woman’s back.

“I don’t know if I can do this. Teach.” Bubbles sighed, looking down for a moment.

“Darling. I think you can. You will be in that gym, in all your splendor, in your perfect environment. You will educate them, whether it's in self defense or who not to prank. You will show them why you were once called The Titan of The Bloc.” Maki smiled softly, cupping her chin gently.

“Who I was, who I am. These are two different entities. One I am still trying to discover. ” Bubbles whispered, her free hand hesitantly touching Maki’s bare thigh.

“Well, if you ask me? Bubbles is the stronger of the two. It’s definitely the one I’m going to tear the clothes from in a moment.” Maki grinned, nipping at Bubbles’ neck gently. 

“Fair enough.”

Fin

Keep your eyes pealed, part three should appear later this week!